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The first really warm day of the new spring. It’s about 11:20p.m. I walked home from my friend’s instead of taking the J train; about a forty minute walk. New York is a completely different city in the warmer weather; even before the trees have sprout leaves, people sprout — shaking off the post-industrial deadness of winter.
After work today I sunned myself in Washington Square Park for about 2.5 hours. I’m so tired at the end of the week — it felt like a privilege just to be able to lay, barechested, in the radiant warmth. We get comparatively few first days of spring in our lives — we only get to experience that magical first warmth once per year; times however many years we live. Days like this are precious.
Or they should be.
We’re more connected to the media cycle than we are the cycle of nature; to any cycle of life. Our biological rhythms are fucked up beyond recognition.
I kept waking up out of my nap to check my phone for absolutely no reason — truly sick behavior.
Today I felt wedged between a miracle and a nightmare. Earth and technology. Soul and brain. Spirit and machine.
Thus we shall never experience our relationship to the essence of technology so long as we merely conceive and push forward the…
